Where I First Belonged

The next time my eyes meet the city lights,

I will belong to somewhere else.

But I will never forget

the place I first belonged to.

Maybe my heart was already full

the day I arrived.

Maybe that’s why I clung so tightly

to the concrete jungle.

Maybe that’s why I closed my eyes

and imagined a future for us—

a future where I would become one with it,

where its rhythm would be mine.

But some futures

are only meant to be imagined.